she knew why he’d warned her. The sand from the city beach had blown here, but small rocks intermixed with it. His hold on her was steady, though, even when the surf swept across her feet and she started.
“Oh my God, it’s so cold!” she blurted out.
He chuckled. “It’s Lake Michigan. It’s always cold. You’ll get used to it.”
His hand tightened around hers and she followed him unerringly. She could barely see anything. Her skin actually hurt from the goose bumps covering it, and there was an uncomfortable pressure growing in her stomach as her body protested against the rising cold and the eerie blackness in front of her. She instinctively followed him, however, trusting the feeling of his firm, warm grip even more than her body’s primal urging for warmth and safety.
A wave lapped against her belly. She shrieked at the unpleasant jolting sensation, and then snorted with laughter. Impulsively she let go of his hand and plunged into the darkness. Cold encapsulated her, the tingling sensation in her flesh blending with her bubbling excitement. She swam blindly for a few moments, then surfaced.
“It feels fantastic!” she called out breathlessly. Her feet searched for the bottom. She’d swum out farther than she’d thought. She began to tread water automatically.
“Emma, come back here.”
She blinked, her euphoria slightly dimmed by the tension in his deep voice. Maybe he was right. She was an okay swimmer, but nothing great—
“
Emma
?”
She swam toward the sound of his voice. “Here I am.”
Her outstretched hands brushed against the round, dense muscles of his shoulders, and suddenly he was hauling her against him. He caught her around the waist and propelled them toward the shore with a powerful kick in the water. Her feet floundered for the bottom, but she still couldn’t reach it.
“It’s okay. I’ve got you,” he said, and she realized he now stood, the water up around his neck, and was holding her above the waterline. She gave a nervous laugh. Her heart raced like mad. She didn’t know why. Her skittishness about what was happening with him had made her imagine his sudden anxiety.
Her hands slid across slick, hard flesh as if of their own volition. He felt amazing. She felt the tension in his muscles yield slightly. Her fingers skimmed across the hair on his chest. The velvety head of his cock flicked next to her thigh. Arousal spiked through her, a hot needle through her chilled flesh. She gripped his shoulders and he brought her closer. His cock wasn’t as erect as it had been when they stood on the beach, but it still felt formidable and beyond exciting feeling him pressed next to her skin.
“You’re so warm,” she said, seeking him out instinctively with every inch of her skin.
The contrast of his heat and the cold water was wonderful. His hand lowered to her ass, his fingers flexing in her upper thigh. She followed his nonverbal command without thought, understanding him even in the silent darkness. She raised her legs, gripping his hips with them. He lowered his other hand to her ass and lifted her higher against him, their skin sliding together in a sweet, frictionless glide, their faces coming closer.
“You’re so soft,” he murmured, his lips brushing against hers, his big hands moving on her ass.
“Is that a polite way of saying I need to get to the gym?” she joked, looping her arms around his neck and sinking her fingers into his damp hair.
“No. Are you fishing for compliments now?” he asked when she pulled gently on his hair and he tilted his face back for her kiss.
“No,” she replied, nibbling at his damp mouth . . . such succulent, firm male lips. She could never get enough of them. “But it might be nice, hearing one from you right now,” she said, echoing what he’d said earlier.
“Okay.” He squeezed her ass cheeks into his palms gently before he stroked her thighs, and then cupped her bottom again. “When I look at you from the
“Oh my God, it’s so cold!” she blurted out.
He chuckled. “It’s Lake Michigan. It’s always cold. You’ll get used to it.”
His hand tightened around hers and she followed him unerringly. She could barely see anything. Her skin actually hurt from the goose bumps covering it, and there was an uncomfortable pressure growing in her stomach as her body protested against the rising cold and the eerie blackness in front of her. She instinctively followed him, however, trusting the feeling of his firm, warm grip even more than her body’s primal urging for warmth and safety.
A wave lapped against her belly. She shrieked at the unpleasant jolting sensation, and then snorted with laughter. Impulsively she let go of his hand and plunged into the darkness. Cold encapsulated her, the tingling sensation in her flesh blending with her bubbling excitement. She swam blindly for a few moments, then surfaced.
“It feels fantastic!” she called out breathlessly. Her feet searched for the bottom. She’d swum out farther than she’d thought. She began to tread water automatically.
“Emma, come back here.”
She blinked, her euphoria slightly dimmed by the tension in his deep voice. Maybe he was right. She was an okay swimmer, but nothing great—
“
Emma
?”
She swam toward the sound of his voice. “Here I am.”
Her outstretched hands brushed against the round, dense muscles of his shoulders, and suddenly he was hauling her against him. He caught her around the waist and propelled them toward the shore with a powerful kick in the water. Her feet floundered for the bottom, but she still couldn’t reach it.
“It’s okay. I’ve got you,” he said, and she realized he now stood, the water up around his neck, and was holding her above the waterline. She gave a nervous laugh. Her heart raced like mad. She didn’t know why. Her skittishness about what was happening with him had made her imagine his sudden anxiety.
Her hands slid across slick, hard flesh as if of their own volition. He felt amazing. She felt the tension in his muscles yield slightly. Her fingers skimmed across the hair on his chest. The velvety head of his cock flicked next to her thigh. Arousal spiked through her, a hot needle through her chilled flesh. She gripped his shoulders and he brought her closer. His cock wasn’t as erect as it had been when they stood on the beach, but it still felt formidable and beyond exciting feeling him pressed next to her skin.
“You’re so warm,” she said, seeking him out instinctively with every inch of her skin.
The contrast of his heat and the cold water was wonderful. His hand lowered to her ass, his fingers flexing in her upper thigh. She followed his nonverbal command without thought, understanding him even in the silent darkness. She raised her legs, gripping his hips with them. He lowered his other hand to her ass and lifted her higher against him, their skin sliding together in a sweet, frictionless glide, their faces coming closer.
“You’re so soft,” he murmured, his lips brushing against hers, his big hands moving on her ass.
“Is that a polite way of saying I need to get to the gym?” she joked, looping her arms around his neck and sinking her fingers into his damp hair.
“No. Are you fishing for compliments now?” he asked when she pulled gently on his hair and he tilted his face back for her kiss.
“No,” she replied, nibbling at his damp mouth . . . such succulent, firm male lips. She could never get enough of them. “But it might be nice, hearing one from you right now,” she said, echoing what he’d said earlier.
“Okay.” He squeezed her ass cheeks into his palms gently before he stroked her thighs, and then cupped her bottom again. “When I look at you from the
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